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It wasn't that Richard's connection to Errant was any stronger than Paige's - if anything, everything was being filtered through his mental contact with her and Will. He wasn't as smart as Paige, he lacked Will's deep connection with Errant, he wasn't really anything but fast. He heard the scream, felt the beginning of Paige's reaction - his eyes snapped open. Unpause. Fast-Forward. He was up, and dressed - and Paige had her costume as well. Snapping open an a paper city atlas he found in the closet gave them their location. He was about to run out there, hand-in-hand with Paige once she'd recovered from the psychic shock, when he realized what they'd forgotten. Or rather, who. Boy's gonna come anyway, he thought to Paige, might as well get him to do it while we're watching him instead of him following us around.
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Edge looked up, startled - and the ice arrow struck the bullet, the two of them spinning off into fragments and away from Mark. "Hey, quit that!" he yelled, the ice shaking beneath him as the ground itself seemed to rebel against the violence and cold all around him. "People are going to get hurt!" he went on, fragments of ice falling from walls and roofs around him, some falling towards the two assassins but none coming near the civilians all around. - "She broke in," said Monsoon, standing by the window, appalled. "They used someone small enough to break in, take the man's life, and potentially make her escape." She fell silent, considering that. "Those were no metahumans or shrinking victims - those were children sent to war. And now this has happened. Are you still here, child?" she called out loud. "We will find you either way, and when we do, you will be free."
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Comrade Frost practically lit up around Bonfire - and especially Volcanic. A smile grew across his face and his voice grew more cheerful, without even the usual menace such a thing generally meant for those who knew him well. "Well, my dear leetle radical, now we take a leetle tour of Freedom City and you tell us your troubles. You say we never see your Greenbank, well, you show us your Greenbank. And tell us about yourself," he inquired, "where did you get yourself such great strength?" He pointed to the crater her blows had left on the sidewalk. "Unless old Metropolis has been no good lately, that should not be! What do they call you?"
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Puppet Day - August Vignette (DRAFT)
Avenger Assembled replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Archives
I'd like to get new people in the saving the day thread, so you and olopi are in a good spot for that. Basically the idea is that everyone else has a vignette or group vignette? Either transformed, or helping other people with their troubles. -
Good call. I feel like you should be boosting Speed and Quickness instead of Improved Initiative - when is he going to start a fight without his base power active?
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npc Black Vulture (NPC) Tier 1
Avenger Assembled replied to Raveled's topic in Non-Player Characters
That seems unwise. You should change it. -
pc Redline (PL 10) Ra-Endome (Newbie)
Avenger Assembled replied to Ra-endome's topic in Archived Characters
Action doesn't seem to make sense as a Flaw for Shrinking - for the same reason it doesn't really work as a Flaw for Alternate Form (since you're not taking a standard action each round to maintain it, it only really slows you down in the first round you activate it). On the plus side, he can actually have that +21 Stealth w/Shrinking! -
npc Black Vulture (NPC) Tier 1
Avenger Assembled replied to Raveled's topic in Non-Player Characters
Why are his claws in an array with summoned birds? (I think that's what you're describing) -
Enhanced Array 6(12PP Array, Feats: Alternate Power 2)[14PP] Base Power: Damage 1(Extra: Aura, Autofire; Feats: Mighty[DMG4])[12PP] AP: Enhanced Feats 2(Moving Feint, Wall Run)[2PP] + Enhanced Speed 4(to Speed 5(250MPH, 2500FPH))[4PP] + Enhanced Swimming 4(to Swimming 5(50MPH, 500FPR) + Super-Movement 1(Water-Walking)[2PP] Enhanced Feat 2(Improved Initiative 2)[2PP] = 12PP AP: Snare 6(Extras: Area(Burst, 30ft), Blocks Sense(Visual, Normal); Flaws: Range(Touch), Limited(requires suitable materials(clothing, drapes, carpets, etc))[12PP] Walk me through the intent here. What's represented by these powers?
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A swiftly-moving black silhouette was briefly visible beneath the waves, racing towards the shoreline with great speed, before suddenly Aquaria erupted up onto the beach near the bonfire. She stepped out of the water, walking on two legs, running fingers through her springy crest with a look of goggle-eyed joy on her froggy face. "This is wonderful!" she bellowed in her deep bass voice. "This is the best party!" In her other three-fingered hand, she held a still-flopping grey-white fish that she proceeded to tear open with her fingers like someone ripping off the top of a plastic bag to get at the treats inside. As she hopped over to join the group, she tossed fragments of fish guts to Avro and Baxter before plopping down near the fire. "There are so many fish," she croaked happily, rubbing herself down with part of the fish still in her hand like it was roll-on deodorant. "I will wash it off in the water," she promised Jessie, "but they don't sell oilfish at the market. I can't get it anywhere else!" "Well there's a thought to keep me warmer than the fire," said Tarva, sliding one hand down Kimber's cheek. "You should go and surf, boon. Tempt me enough and I could even join you out there - when the shadows are a little thicker." She smiled and took a seat distant from the fire and closer to the far side of the beach, the better to encourage Kimber to join her there later. Her shadows, cast flickering back against the dune, were noticeably blacker than those of the others - and perhaps more numerous. "You should get out there and surf too, Jessie!" she added, joining Kimber in encouraging the shy powerhouse. "Master the waves!" "Does anyone mind if I have camera?" inquired Frost, producing from inside his shirt what looked for all the world like an old-fashioned flashbulb camera. "Don't worry, is all modern night-time camera, But I know better than to photograph ladies and gentleman at beach without a question."
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Its offer rejected, the Angel rose in the air, power gathering around like a divine fist clenching. "Then you will be the first to fall at my Lord's-" The Angel of Death stopped dead in its tracks, mystic power fluttering in the air around it, whirling snakes of ash and fire frozen stock-still as if frozen-solid. Or rather - as if put on pause. "Oh, jeez!" said Fast-Forward, zipping around from where he'd run to hit the angel from behind, his face white with shock. "I can't believe it forgot about me! What a bastard!" Paigey - I will love you till the day I die, and that's maybe not today if we nail this guy! Inside his jacket pocket, he could feel the Tome of Theurgy burning hot, a sign of the profound magical energies he'd just touched. "Get it out of the building," he said, his voice urgent as he called to the other heroes. "That thing'll crush us like ants if we try and fight it up close!" He pointed to the observation window in the room, far enough away that broken glass wouldn't go cascading down on August Roman - or any of them, for that matter.
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Fast-Forward: 45 Angel of Death: 39 Renegade: 19 Phalanx: 16 Nick: 15 Hologram: 9 Everybody gets an extra HP because this is such a big thing! Fast-Forward charges Helixa as a full-round action. He uses his Paralyze attack. Attack vs. DC 17 http://orokos.com/roll/421747 = 16 Huh, well, what do you know. I'll spend an HP on that one (now down to just Complication HP). http://orokos.com/roll/421748 = 30 Okay, that was better. That adds +5 to the DC by exceeding its Defense so ludicrously. Reflex save vs DC 25. http://orokos.com/roll/421749 = 11 Okay, that's a full-on Paralyze. Renegade will be up as soon as I post IC.
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"All right, yeah," said Woodsman, hesitating just a moment at Sparkler's words before putting his knife away. "No point in acting like we're in this alone, right? Everybody together." He nodded at Reagent, still studying the device implanted into Archer's neck. "Yeah, better cut the signal if y'can. Merlin c'n send signals out on the mainframe," and sure enough, the monkey was doing just that, "no reason to keep the signal going any louder than it is." After Fred did her work, scattering the dust and blocking radio signals in the air, Fred was just about to keep talking when Archer made a sound, small, almost inaudible - making the team fall silent over his whisper of "Help..." Evidently cutting the signal had done some good - Riley was just about to comment to that effect when fate intervened. An instant later, there was a pop of air behind them as the rescue squad teleported in. Advanced students, in their uniforms, volunteering to be on watch late at night. Merlin's distress call had summoned them, though evidently not their faculty adviser. They were Madison Tyler, magical energy crackling around her fingers, Sofia Torrez, batons in her hand, Celeste le Faye with her bow already in hand, and the unmistakeable figure of Jay Vikas, his wings folded behind him in the relatively narrow space of the observation room. Jay took one look at the scene before him and demanded, "What in God's name did you freaks do with Mr. Archer?!" "Help..." Archer croaked again, "...help." "I can't reach Ms. Summers," Sofia was saying, her hand to her earpiece, "there's something in the air!" "Get away from him!" demanded Jay, only to have Riley's bow snap up into his hands, not actually aimed at 'Garuda' but obviously at the ready. "No, that's goddamn ridiculous," Woodsman hissed. "Why would _you_ be here? Why would _they_ be here?" he demanded of the three girls. "Lemme see your neck and we can talk."
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Singularity and Reagent went about the rather difficult business of tracking down and dosing all the citizens affected by the Deep One toxin. It wasn't easy, especially for Jessie, for whom this business of being among screaming, ranting people stirred up strange, unwholesome things like the ghosts of memory. But the treatment Reagent had designed did its work quickly and at least the maddened civilians were easy enough to find given their condition. First responders could move in now that the riot had faded, meaning that the hurt, the traumatized, and the others left damaged by the Deep One invasion had aid besides the two heroes working to help save their sanity. - "Why did you come here?" In her armor, trident lit, Aquaria had accosted the tribe's chieftan and his shamans, the anger she'd been sorely repressing now boiling hot now that the invasion itself was over and the tribe was no longer in immediate danger from the Surfacers or the Atlantean princess. "There was no signs from Dagon here, just a Surfacer boy possessed by Surfacer magic!" The tribe, divided, was arguing amongst itself - but at least they had food. The park, the river, everywhere around her was Deep Ones. "They could have been killed! That Atlantean could have murdered them all because you misread the signs!" - "Hey, lady, I didn't do any murders!" declared Smilac, alarmed at the accusations from the witch. "Sure I threw the Smilac lady out, but she punched me in the freakin' eye!" He pointed to where there might have been the ghost of a bruise over his left eye. "She misses rent payments all the time, gives me a sob story every time! And now her kid wrecked my place and put half my tenants out!" he declared, waving back at the smashed apartment building. "What am I supposed to do now, huh? Maybe sell it back to the bishop, see if he can get the stink of frog out?"
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This was a hard one. It wasn't that Woodsman didn't know what to do, if anything he had an embarrassment of options. A smoke arrow would disperse the crowd - but there was no way to be sure that whoever they captured would be possible to tie to the bomb in the basement. And if anyone got away, they'd be able to plan anew, and maybe get their hands on some fresh explosives. He could certainly snipe the man who looked to be the leader from here, that was sure, but somehow a hail of arrows slicing into the crowd seemed out of proportion for what they were accused of doing. Of plotting to do, anyway. For his part, Riley had very little sympathy for anyone planning to destroy a laboratory or other area where science was done, especially in the name of helping something like animals...but he knew his world's values didn't apply here. "We spook 'em," he suggested. "Scare 'em and make the bad ones go for the bomb. If the others just run off, that's no trouble. They're just buncha morons. If Wheels there is in charge, we catch anybody who sticks close to him, too."
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Richard gave Miras a look. "Oh, c'mon, I didn't even go to school, kid, and I...okay, here's the thing." Acquiring a piece of chalk from nowhere in particular, he began drawing on the sidewalk. "First of all, we are way past Pilgrim times. Charity and his family are nice but they're the local version of those guys in the office who want to give you copies of the Watchtower." He sketched out little men in Pilgrim hats, then scratched them out with big Xs. "Like I said before, this is American Revolution stuff, you know, Minuteman, the first Lady Liberty...?" He shrugged. "Anyway, there was a lot of fighting around here about now. Battles going back and forth, massacres...who are we to decide what's okay and what's not okay?" He sketched out a few more crude battle scenes as they went, then drew an arrow to their north. "Right now George Washington's burning down the Iroquois - and Thomas Jefferson is sticking it to a teenage girl he can whip if she says no. Should we run around and fix the whole eighteenth century just 'cause they don't act like we do? That's not a good way to start. What about the guys who come back to 2016 from future times, should we let them tell us how to live?" He settled back on his haunches, and suddenly looked tired. "Look, kid, I don't want to lecture you about morality. I'm no prince or nothin'. I just don't want to open the door to time travelers screwing around whenever they feel like it." He hesitated. "The witch thing still bothers me, though. Those guys were spooked as Hell - and that's damn weird. You got any magic? I got a little."
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Richard grinned. "Don't you ever watch my show, kid? We go back in time all the time." He leaned back against the rough brick that was their bench's back. "It's how my powers work. I don't really have speed like the Rockets do, my ma and me just mess around with time so our little bubble's going faster or slower than everybody else's. I must have been, huh, nine or ten first time I traveled on my own. My ma was taking me back in time even before that happened, though." He watched, across the street, as a passing vendor tried to ply her watercress and other fresh greens to the houses she was passing. "Time travel's hard. Going back and seeing people who have it hard, and knowing you can't do much to fix it..." He shook his head. "It helps to remember that everything you're seeing has already happened. Think of yourself as a tourist, not a resident."
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Okay, here we go. Fast-Forward: 45 Angel of Death: 39
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Coming back out with his good deed done, Dimitri realized that he was unhappily in the role of diplomat. He hated to see such a display with so many witnesses. "Come, child, such a display does your cause no good," he said, standing over the weeping woman with his hands in his pockets. Ah, this takes me back! How many times must I find myself in such a place, with someone weeping over the unfairness of the world. If they only knew. "Come, show us your troubles, and then we discuss your fate next, eh?" He caught Leilani's eyes over the woman's head and shrugged, obviously making all this up as he went along. "You, young fellow," he said to Bonfire, "What's your name? You come in journey too?"
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Out in the water, Aquaria dived as low as she could, tracing her fingers against the sand and feeling the ancient rhythms of the surf pushing her back and forth. She could hear the ancient call of the waters to one side, and knew her friends and their festival lay on the other side, and for a little while she hung beneath two worlds, the surface of the water two or three feet above her head. For the moment, she was home - even if it was a home where she would always be alone. - Dimitri startled a little when Leilani kissed him, but then broke out in a huge smile, momentarily at a loss for words. "Ah, well, this one is actually old favorite of mine. Black makes it suitable for all occasions, especially when, ah, worn with matching tie." He looked Leilani up and down and said, more steadily, "You look beautiful. I am honored to be here with you and your friends." He gladly let the others handle the cooler of liquor, instead paying close attention indeed to Leilani. "You must promise that you will show surfing, and not just teach it," he suggested with a smile as he took up her suggested position by the fire. The heat seemed to warm him - his pale skin gradually becoming something more human. - "Oh, they're as real as a memory," said Tarva with a laugh, reaching down and scratching the shadow-hound's head. "You should see them when I let the whole pack loose, what a mess." Baxter and the shadow-hound seemed very interested in each other, sniffing at each other until Tarva commanded the shadow-hound to lay down next to its furry comrade. The two dogs watched Jessie, their big black eyes obviously begging for a treat. Or maybe a petting. It was hard to tell with dogs.
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"Pfft, sez you," said Riley with the perfect confidence of a young man. "Spring break I once spent a whole day in a tree up in Wharton t'bring down this big-ass wild turkey. Spent a week and a half eating that sucker..." He grinned, then grew more serious, hands sliding into his jean pockets. "Easier when it's just me 'n the wild, or some place that's empty some other way. Hard to sit still 'round people, 'specially ones I don't know. Only about fifteen thousand where I'm from, so all this is..." He ducked his shaved head in the general direction of Lincoln. "'s hard. Easier than it was when I just got here. So you teach at a regular high school - where nobody's got powers, nobody's goin' off to fight..." he asked, curious. "What's that like?"
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Die rolls for Edge: Extreme cold save: 25 Toughness save vs 20: 20 Fort save vs. 23: 28 Mark puts up his invisible Force Field and drops his Selective Area Damage on the lady he can see - the one with the ice arrow. That's a DC 25 Reflex save to avoid or half a DC 30 Toughness save.
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Never one to turn down a stranger's hospitality, Richard automatically accepted Charity's offer, not surprised to hear the man's family still adhered to Puritan standards of naming. Geez, he must be unhappy - this town's full of sailors, and taverns, and probably soldiers too if we're anywhere near where I think we are. Of course, the private space available in a house this size turned out to be much less than he or Miras would have expected in the 20th century - Richard would be bunking in the same space as Temperance, and no one seemed to find that idea particularly odd. It was also a reminder, as Charity showed them Miriam's hammock in the barn, which was also where the maid slept, that New Jersey had not yet abolished slavery during the American Revolution. Begging a copy of Charity's almanac at least got them the year, something Richard studied alongside Miras in the dung-filled (by 21st century standards) street. The past, as it usually did in Richard's experience, stank to high heaven. "Well," said Richard thoughtfully, "no real reason to stick around here. He'll just forget about the jerks that ducked out without our promised song and dance show." He looked curiously at Miras, checking for her opinion.
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The next problem was how to get into the control room - it was quite a trip from ground-level to the now-open window of the observation booth. A few minutes of consultation had them make their way up there together - Sparkler flying in on her broom with Reagent on the back, with Nighthawk and Woodsman sharing his grapple line. Inside the room, they found Mr. Archer sitting in front of the flashing computer screens, staring straight ahead, a line of drool down one side of his mouth, his hand holding a pen over a yellow legal pad (like the ones he usually used for writing evaluations) covered in erratic, black-inked writing completely unlike his own usual neat script. While Merlin killed the interior alarms so they could see, and think, Riley peered over Archer's shoulder at the words on the pad. CUTITOUT CUTITOUT CUTITOUT CUTITOUT CUTITOUT Woodsman took a hard look at Archer and suddenly grabbed the man's collar, pulling it down from the back and exposing something protruding unwholesomely from the back of Archer's neck, a short silvery tube with a blinking red light on the back. The area where the metal met Archer's flesh was swollen and inflamed, looking infected or close to it, the red light almost matching the color of his skin. Without a word, Riley reached into his pocket and came out with a folding knife that he snapped open, staring with intent at the thing protruding from his instructor's neck.
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